Chapter 1

Five times.

Five times I'd tried to build a life, a bond, with Ethan Cole.

Five times I'd failed.

Five times I'd "died."

The last one was a masterpiece of cruelty.

Ethan, standing on the balcony of his penthouse, the city lights a cold glitter behind him.

His voice, smooth as ice, cut through me.

"I'd rather jump off this skyscraper, Amelia, than be with your desperate act."

Amelia.

He'd said my original name.

He knew.

All along, through every face, every meticulously crafted persona, he knew.

The humiliation burned, hotter than any of the simulated deaths the ReLife Program had put me through.

My current identity, Maya, the young analyst, had drowned three days later.

A sailing trip. An accident.

Always an accident.

Now, darkness.

Then, the familiar, sterile hum.

The reset.

My body ached with a phantom pain, the echo of cold water filling my lungs.

Despair was a heavy blanket, smothering what little hope I had left.

Just survive. That was the new goal. Forget a new life. Just stop dying.

A calm, synthesized voice broke the silence. Coordinator 7.

"Participant Amelia Hayes. Current identity: Sarah Miller. Reset cycle five complete."

No emotion. Just facts.

"A program recalibration is now in effect," Coordinator 7 continued, its tone unchanging.

"You have demonstrated... resilience."

A pause. Was that a flicker of something in its AI voice? Probably my imagination.

"For your sixth Integration Task, an alternative has been authorized."

My breath caught. An alternative?

"You may select your Integration Target."

A beat.

"Option one: Ethan Cole."

My stomach twisted. No. Never again.

"Option two: Liam Walker."

Liam. Ethan's best friend.

A choice.

For the first time in this endless loop, a real choice.

A tiny, fragile seed of something – not hope, not yet – but something other than pure dread, took root.